Many years ago, we purchased an air hockey table when we lived in a different house — a home with a different layout and a space perfectly designed to hold it. We bought it with one intention: to bring our family together.
That table has history. It represents a season of life filled with energy, laughter, and friendly competition. I still remember the red and black pucks scattered across it, and I remember most of all how much my wife loved that game. The kids enjoyed it too, but she was the real champion in the house.
Today, the table sits in a space that doesn’t quite fit it — almost like a piece of furniture waiting quietly for purpose again. But when I look at it, I don’t see clutter. I see possibility. I see what it meant for us then, and what it could mean for us again.
I’m grateful for the memories it created…
and hopeful for the memories it could still create
if we put it back into service.
Sometimes gratitude is about what was.
Sometimes it’s about what could be again.
Today, it’s both..